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Coming to the basement steps, Kaylee stopped in her tracks, not moving. "I'll stand guard." She mouthed to the other two, lifting her pistol up to hold to her shoulder. "You go," Whispering, she turned from the two and scanned the room slowly.

There was nothing besides the washing machine and dryer, a food shelf, and other stocked up things. No one was down there, even if there was it would be impossible to see them, considering it was pitch black.

Immediately she hung up on her, the tone buzzing on Caroline's phone. You couldn't hear the ringing from in the basement, but upstairs Kaylee had heard something and was on her way down. "Guys, there was a weird noise upstairs…"

Lucas grabbed Kaylee's arm, pulling her along up the stairs behind him. "What are we…" Kaylee begun to ask, but was cut off by Lucas's finger to her lips. "Shh," He whispered, lacing their fingers as they climbed up the stairs swiftly.

All the doors were open, except for Brad's. A light glowed from under the door, that was shut a sealed tight. "I have a feeling it's that one." Lucas stated the obvious, still whispering. Both pointing their guns at the door, they waited for a signal.

Both pressed their backs to the wall, in attempt to hide themselves from whoever was in the room. And of course, it was Jane. Jane who was sitting on Brad's bed, on top of an unconscious Brad. Jane's head was turned to the door, a maniac smile on her lips. "Hey sister dearest. Found your boyfriend." She laughed as if it were some kind of game.

"Oh I like that name." Jane laughed once more, cupping Brad's face in her hand. "Look Bradsie! It's your heroine, your pathetic little girlfriend. Too bad you won't actually get to see her before I blow your brains out."

"Your boyfriend murdered at my hand." She shrugged, clicking her tongue with a smirk. "What else would I want? You know I hate him," Jane hummed, watching Caroline carefully. "Tell your gang to stand down. You move, and I shoot him."

The two gave her worried looks, dropping their disabled guns to the floor. "There's a good sister. Now, disable and drop your gun." She directed, readying her hand on the trigger to shoot him if Caroline made a wrong move.

"Good girl. Now, come in the room slowly." She hummed, signalling them to come forwards with three fingers. "And drop your other weapons. I don't need a knife in my back." Jane continued to boss them around.

"Any more?" She asked with a raised eyebrow, pressing the gun more into Brad's bare chest. "My finger is poised on the trigger, I'd choose what you do wisely."

"Good," Jane began, getting up from the bed. "I'm going to give you an option here." Strutting over to Kaylee, she held a gun to her head. "I either take her, or Brad. I'm giving you an option here Caroline, this is a one time offer." Jane growled, gripping the other girl by the shoulder. Thus causing a slight whimper to come from Kaylee, out of fear and of pain.

"Ahh-ahh-ahh." Jane sung out, gripping Kaylee's shoulder tighter. "I'm not going to kill anyone tonight, I need someone to practice on. And I'm not taking you. So pick." She clicked her tongue, her blue-grey eyes flashing as she clicked her gun into position to shoot. "Answer me, without moving."

"That doesn't matter. Come on Care-bear, you gotta pick before I do. You won't like what I pick." Jane sneered, cupping Kaylee's face roughly. Wincing again, Kaylee didn't move from her spot, worried she was going to get shot. "It's alright Caroline, protect Brad." She whispered, getting butted in the head with the end of the gun.

“Fine, I pick.” Jane sneered, pushing Kaylee to the ground. “Don’t touch her.” She demanded, strutting over to the bed. Pulling his hands from the rope she tied to the bed, she yanked him off and drug him across the floor. “Don’t move, I’m coming back.”